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From Nomads To Kings.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Who will have heard, from Heaven’s throne?

The Lord God speaks today?

If Abraham had never known

What would the world, now say?


Isaac would still have walked as blind

Seeking his shame, to hide

Then like the rest of all mankind

In sin, he would have died


Jacob, in turn, would not have heard

The mysteries of life

Without knowledge of Heaven’s word

He too; would end in strife


As nomads, Israel roamed the land

A people small, yet free

Till Heaven let them understand

Through them, the world would see


God gave His word, His love, with grace

For all the world to share

To hear, read, seek out His face

Through faith, sown everywhere


If Israel had beat, retreat

Had gone about their way

Would you and I have come to meet?

In churches here today


Eager, life’s victory song to sing

To do Her Lord God’s will

She’ll bear children beneath His wing

To raise on Zion’s Hill


But will the world believe it?

If truth; man won’t pursue

If foolish, they won’t receive it

What else can Rachel do?.....

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Submitted: Saturday, September 8, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, September 8, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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